I will just say… it does not take much to send me into sleep-deprived paranoia. I slept restlessly for a few hours last night because I had to pee so badly, but I kept putting it off because I was too tired to get up. Finally, after several dreams of sitting on a toilet (every time this happens I marvel at the fact that I did not actually wet the bed), I lurched tiptoed sleepily down the hall to the bathroom… only to wake the kid.
ARGH! Gatito started crying and begging, “Please!” until A got up and brought him into bed with us. I don’t know how co-sleeping parents do it. It was nice to have him snuggling in my armpit for a while, but we didn’t get a restful sleep and he woke up an hour earlier than usual. I already hadn’t been feeling great the night before, but by morning I was a wreck.
Today at work, after a few hours of feeling dizzy, I started to think that the only time I ever feel dizzy is when I am pregnant. The timing doesn’t make any sense. For one thing, we’ve been using protection and for another I just had my period last week. If somehow that was not my period, it was a lot of blood that would not be a good sign for a pregnancy.
But once the idea took hold, I couldn’t let it go, so off I went to the drugstore. Unable to wait till I got back, I peed in the bathroom at the Chinese restaurant next door, then carried the pee stick back to the car and peered at it at stop lights all the way back to the office. It was a snowy white negative. Whew. Just tired and maybe a little sick. Does make me wonder how the heck I think I could manage the sleep deprivation of a newborn, though, if I’m lucky enough to have another child, but not lucky enough to get one that’s as good a sleeper as Gatito was!
